(The sound of people outside the door)
— Uh-oh, heads down, heads down.
BB: Hey Eric, don't let them in here, wait till we've finished changing eh?
— Get that blonde one for me!
— OK, there's no toilet paper!
— Did you see that jockey in the audience?
— Oh, yeah!
JE: Here, I tell you what, I couldn't hear the monitors at all tonight.
IA: Well John, I couldn't hear your organ at all, no nothing.
JHH: I couldn't hear the bass either.
BB: And the drums were practically non-existent.
MB: I couldn't hear my guitar at all.
IA: Uhmm . . . . maybe we forgot to play it?
— Perhaps we'd better go up on stage and start all over again?
— Nah, they'll be gone by now.
— They'll be halfway home to bed if they've got any sense,
They'll be halfway home to bed if they've got any sense,
They'll be halfway home to bed if they've got any sense . . .
(The phrase is repeated as though a needle is stuck in a scratched record)
They'll be halfway home to bed if they've got any sense,
They'll be halfway home to bed if they've got any sense,
They'll be halfway home to bed if they've got any sense,
If they've got any sense they'll be halfway home to bed . . .
(A few remaining audience members suddenly get the joke)
They'll be halfway home to bed,
They'll be halfway home to bed.